It wasn’t surprising that there were corpsefish in the Dusk River. It was a strange, yin river originating from that ancient, beyond-emperor-level tomb at the center of Dusk Province. It was only natural that there would be zombies and other monsters born of the energy and unresolved grievances.

The giant corpsefish didn’t surface, nor did its white tentacles form any trapping formations, which wouldn’t work on the Path of Ingress anyway.

However, the creature itself was so incredibly large—more so than the corpsefish in the burial mound—that it could physically grab hold of the path and slowly drag it into the water with the help of the feng shui layout of one potential.

“What do we do now?” Qi Shenghui panicked. They would be dead if they were dragged into the river along with the path. But if they left the treasure’s range of effect, they might fall victim to the strange formation on the riverbank. One careless move would get them killed either way.

“Impossible!” The old man in red robe paled. “What manner of monster...